Chapter 1038? Bail

This kind of iron cage is generally used by the police station to temporarily store suspects or minor criminals in ultra-short-term detention. There are still some on the bench in the aisle outside. Most of them are drunk. Released, so the air was filled with a foul, sour smell of booze and vomit, sweat, musty.

Song Ya held his breath for a while, but in the end he had no choice but to get used to it. In fact, he had been here once, many years ago, when Tony was carrying out the illegal gun case for Little Lowry. The current Nancheng Police Station should be refurbished. He remembered that these drunks used to be handcuffed directly by the wall of the hall, together with the waiting area where they came to do business and receive people.

It took about a few minutes to look at the environment inside and outside the iron cage. The Nancheng Police Station is very large, and there are all male prisoners here. I heard that in some police stations, the cages for female prisoners are even close to each other, and there is no division at all.

There was a quartz wall clock on the outside wall. I didn't expect it to be almost twelve o'clock. I thought it was still early, maybe because I was too focused on listening to the confrontation between my lawyer and the special prosecutor.

This is good news. After the bail court on the other side of the court goes to work in the afternoon, I can leave this ghost place. I only need to endure for about two hours.

"Hey! Look at me APLUS, are you deaf?"

"I like your clothes APLUS, give it to me!"

"This kid is very rich, very rich...Hey! APLUS, help me! I can be your Mariah Carey!"

"You smell so good!"

The 'inmates' kept talking strange things behind their backs, some were so obscene that they couldn't describe it, and finally they sang their own songs collectively, something like 'You're way too beautiful girl', very cheap.

Kenneth asked him to bring the hell bobcat, oh no, several black members of the gang who had changed their name to Carter pushed and shoved, threatened and suppressed with their fists, and then gradually fell silent.

Song Ya glanced back. The other prisoners probably realized that Kenneth and the others came to 'take care' of themselves. After all, they were petty criminals, and most of them were honest. They gathered on the other side of the cage and peeked at Kenneth with fearful eyes. They and myself, only the white bum who tried to grab the mink coat from before, who may be mentally disturbed, is still yelling at the top of his throat.

The gangsters had nothing to do with this kind of person, so they had to drive him into a corner.

"How did you get in here?"

"fight."

"with who?"

"He, hahaha! What about you?"

"I broke a car window across the street."

"Which street?"

"Just the one behind the police station, in front of three uniformed policemen! Hahaha!"

The boys brought in by Kenneth should be the new ones who have grown up, and they have never seen it before. They are very satisfied with the effect of this gang's dominance here, and they start to show off to each other how they deliberately committed misdemeanors in the morning and got their wish. Come in and be proud of your 'intelligence'.

Wait, what's up with my superior mentality? The so-called elite self-consciousness in Samuel's mouth? After all, they deliberately found trouble to get into the situation, but they were really forced to go to the case... Who can look down on whom?

thinking wildly,

"Are you okay?" Kenneth came over and took hold of the iron cage, looked elsewhere, and cared in a low voice.

"It doesn't feel good."

Song Ya smiled wryly, "Thank you, Boss Kenneth." Few people in the room dared to come in to keep him, so the old Mike had greeted Kenneth in advance, and the former Hell Bobtail was at Little Binney After the Roja incident, the FBI and the Chicago police were closely 'watched'. When Kenneth came back to power again, he could only change his name in a low-key manner and barely maintain the small site around the nightclub opposite Old Joe Music.

There are too many newcomers in Carter's gang now, and besides Kenneth, he can't trust the new faces of his subordinates, so I can only trouble him to go there himself.

Kenneth waved his hand. He knew in his heart that he didn't deserve to be called the boss by APLUS anymore. In fact, he was a little gloating at this kid. He flew so high, but he was locked in like us in the end? "Your life is complete, Nger," he joked.

"hehe……"

Song Ya forced a smile, and said that in the future, he can boast about his "qualifications" in prison like 2PAC and the others...

Pooh! Since what 2PAC! What a bad luck! He shook his head.

"Do you want to order food?"

At twelve o'clock, the policeman opened the iron door and came in to 'put food', and handed over two disposable lunch boxes to Song Ya through the iron railing.

"Hey! Why didn't I!?" The idle prisoners who had just stopped protested loudly, pointing at their lunch boxes, "We demand equal treatment!"

"So you guys are billionaires too?"

The policeman said to them quietly, "Hurry up! Don't wait until it's overdue!" He took out a small notepad and a pen.

It costs money to order food, which is much more expensive than outside. "Hamburger set meal, coffee, thank you." Only Kenneth ordered for him and his younger brothers, most of them didn't say anything, and looked at Song Ya's hand helplessly. lunch box.

Song Ya sniffed again, and opened the fragrant lunch box, which contained neatly arranged rice-style sushi rolls, and the other box contained fruit juice and some seasonings.

"I'm not hungry, share it with you."

He was in a bad mood just now and didn't think about treating guests. Now that the police officer has left, he handed the lunch box to Kenneth's younger brother.

A few people were not polite, and quickly took it to the bench to share, and devoured it all in a few seconds, without wasabi seasoning.

Others can only drool with envy.

The police station can't starve the prisoners either, and those who don't order a meal are given free rice pudding. They say it's rice pudding, but it's actually a big lump of half-dry rice, which must not taste very good.

I deliberately ate very full in the morning, but Song Ya really felt a little hungry for some reason, especially after the hamburger set meal ordered by Kenneth was delivered, the aroma was much more attractive than sushi.

"One?" Kenneth handed over a hamburger.

"No."

Song Ya rubbed her stomach, but declined, not wanting to take any risks.

At noon, police officers came and took people away one after another. Anyway, Song Ya was standing by the iron cage and staring at the second hand of the wall clock, living like a year.

Later, he thought of a way to pass the time and studied the latest apocalypse song in his head: Can't Hold Us. The original singer of this song turned out to be the white rapper who sang in the second-hand store. Six years later, the apocalypse came to him second song.

Although the lyrics are very inspirational and very suitable for my situation, the original singer seems to have conflicts with the big record company, "Sometimes dreams end in darkness, and if you want to succeed, you must work hard, because only this can prove courage. exist. ’ he sang at the end.

But... what do you mean? end? mark the beginning to the end?

Same guy, from thrift store to Can't Hold Us...

Song Ya couldn't stop thinking wildly, feeling a little bad.

Perhaps doing an underground release under a pseudonym would help in gaining popular support? But when I thought that it might be discovered by Sony and lead to copyright disputes, I dismissed this idea. After all, there is only more than one month left in the release date.

Unknowingly, his feet were a little sore and he was anxious, but he was as motionless as a mountain, and he hadn't moved from place to place since he came in.

"APLUS."

At 1:30, finally, the two police officers who sent him in led the people. Song Ya was relieved, and secretly vowed that she would never let herself come to this kind of place for the second time, never!

He was not handcuffed during the whole process. The two police officers took him to the transfer minibus of the courthouse, and there were no other prisoners in it. The investment in the Chicago law enforcement unit was effective. He once again saw the old Mike who was greeting him from a distance. With Goodman and Sloan, I couldn't help but feel a sting in my throat.

He lifted his chin to them, got into the minibus, and the old Mike should drive along. The road to the nearby courthouse was safe and sound, and he drove for about ten minutes on the road.

The bail court is actually not necessary, but I can't take the risk of being arbitrarily sentenced by the judge to a restraining order or the like.

blah blah...

After staying in the small waiting room for nearly an hour, Song Ya walked in another court passage that he had never experienced in person, only the sound of police officers and bailiffs stepping on the floor with leather shoes in his ears, "Here we are." Among them A bailiff pushed open the wooden door, which turned out to be the door for the defendant to enter and exit. Su Ge Knight was detained in court through this in the news.

Entering is the bail court, there are auditoriums, but there is no one there, the judge is high above, a recorder, there are bailiffs guarding each door, and their own fantasy lawyer team has made one side of the seat full, and their lawyers are holding The various documents and materials prepared were 'punished to stand' behind them.

On the other side was the trio of prosecutors, and Childs, who was also standing, as if he was going to be the main speaker.

"Good afternoon, APLUS."

The judge was a black woman, and when she saw herself coming in, she offered to say hello.

"Hello, Your Honor."

I feel more at ease, but not necessarily, black elites sometimes...

"sit down."

"OK."

Forget it, don't think bad things about the boss, scare yourself, Song Ya walked between Cochrane and Diane Lockhard, and sat down for the seat vacated by herself.

"Your Honor, I just want to remind you that Alexander Song, also known as APLUS, is a suspect who illegally traded prohibited technologies with foreign companies. He has the risk of absconding, and the prosecution requested that he not be released on bail." Childs came up Just play hard.

"Your Honor."

On my side, cross-examination master Will Gardner is in charge of the court defense. There have been rumors that the named partner of this top Chicago law firm has a very good relationship with the local judge and often plays basketball in a club.

But this bail judge is a black woman, he can't play basketball with black girls, can he?

Song Ya muttered again in her heart.

"I don't think I need much introduction. What kind of public figure our agent is. He is actively involved in local public welfare in Chicago..."

Will Gardner listed a lot of his own good deeds, "There are also equal rights, women's rights..."

Given that the judge is a black woman, Will Gardner asked his assistant to take out materials such as the equal rights organization he funded Michelle and the Claire Feminist Organization, and other proofs of good deeds, "He is innocent, we think he Being persecuted by the prosecution..."

"Will, this is the bail court. We only need to pay attention to whether he intends to abandon the bail and whether he will cause harm to society during the bail period."

The judge looked directly at Song Ya, "APLUS, can you promise me?"

"Of course, er... of course, Your Honor."

Song Yagong stood up and replied: "Before I wore second-hand clothes to New York, I lived here, a neighborhood with very bad security in South City, but I have never participated in any criminal activities, no criminal record, no criminal record, you know this It’s not an easy thing to do.”

"He's involved in a lot of shootings in the hip hop scene! The Harlem nightclub shooting, the Compton radio shooting, I could go on and on, and he's on multiple charges now, including rape, and we're tearing it up With his false mask, you'll know he's a hidden gang leader, one of the most dangerous men in America!"

Pointing at himself, Childs interrupted loudly: "Letting him out could mean more lives lost!"

"Shit!"

Will Gardner cursed at him in court, "Can the current prosecution openly use unconvicted charges and urban legends as evidence to slander in court?"

"Watch your words, Will."

The judge warned him, "Foul language is not allowed in my court."

"Your Honor." Diane submitted some new documents, "This is the work contract signed by my client with other companies, including the rehearsal of the gospel symphony with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra next month, which will be broadcast live at the New Year's concert , dedicated to the audience of Quanmi."

"Baba Yetu?" The judge couldn't understand the Swahili of the chorus, but there is an English translation of the Lord's Prayer below, and there are phonetic foley letters for the choir, "You know Swahili English and familiar with the Bible?" she asked.

"I don't understand, but this is the native language of the president of my record company. She taught me a little bit. The Bible, of course."

Song Ya replied.

"Which one do you like?"

"What?"

"Which one of the two do you like?"

"Well, I like both the new and the old..."

"So I called all the people and disciples, and said to them, if anyone wants to follow me, he should deny himself..." The judge came on the spot, and then stared at Song Ya.

This is an incision between believers, "Uh, uh..." Song Ya racked his brains to recall frantically, "Take up his cross?"

"Come and follow me."

"What?"

"Take up his cross and follow me. Mark," the judge finished.

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry, Your Honor." Song Ya wiped his sweat.

"It's not bad." The judge looked more satisfied.

Will Gardner turned around and gave himself a thumbs up.

Childs is in a hurry, "I reiterate that the suspect is a dangerous hypocrite. His illegal transactions with foreign companies may even include acts of treason and espionage. In that transaction, he caused millions of illegal profits. Huge loss to the interests of the United States!"

The judge ignored him and picked up the small hammer directly, "Bail is granted, but during the bail period, he is not allowed to leave the United States, and he is not allowed to take a private aircraft. The bail is 2.5 million dollars."

"What!? No no!" Song Ya hugged the back of her head with her hands like Su Genet, and thought that this girl was biased towards herself! Damn it, "I'm going on a world tour next year!"

The prosecution is not satisfied, "we can not accept." Childs protested.

But the judge has already struck the hammer.

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